poly_chromatic | ♦♦ 34TH CONTRACT

Entry tags:

darker than black - hei

♦♦ 34TH CONTRACT - ANONYMOUS TEXT/ACTION

I know the City's sense of humor is barely functional but... Is this supposed to be funny? These things are crawling everywhere. And I doubt they're here for the symbolism.~~They better not be poisonous~~.

Options For Run-Ins:

The Underground: [ In the lit-up nighttime panorama, he is an unnoticed blur. No need for masks and disguises here; he strolls sedately, engaged in his surroundings. Lingers outside a pawnbroker's window to eye up the flick-knives. ]

[ If you want to catch him, be quick about it. Blink once, and he'll fade seamlessly into the crowd. ]

Cafe: [ Almost five in the evening. He's perched at the back of a noisy all-night caff, the windows steamed up as the snow floats hazily outside. Hunched on a small chair with a teacup, coat and hair dripping, his gaze drifts across the surroundings with an idle interest. People-watching is an old habit, the bright impersonal chatter a kind of sop as much as the hot drink. ]

[ Come say hello while he waits for his pastries. ]

Park: [ The grass is a-glitter with frost. Sighing, 'Li' packs up his telescope and trashes half-empty styrofoam cups of tepid coffee. Above, the sky is shadowed behind a sudden blanket of dark-bellied clouds. Not an ideal night for stargazing. Bundled up in his oversized coat and woolly hat, Li slings his backpack and exits. It's the last quadrant of night; he supposes he could patrol, but really he'd rather walk down the center of the quiet streets, breathing the fresh wet air. Everything is closed and sleeping, and he can enjoy the brief illusion that there is no one, alive or undead, outdoors except for him. ]

[ And you, of course. ]

Carnival (Closed To Korra): [ Spread out under the dark screen of sky, the carnival is something like a human body -- all its cobbled arteries clogged with brisk feet and the clatter of carts and skirling music, the ferris wheel pinwheeling brilliantly and the rides moving in streaks of color against the snow-greyed backdrop. On whim, he sends Korra a snapshot and texts the location. ]

[ In addition, he thumbs in, ]
Let's see if you throw up on the rollercoaster.

[ So romantic. ]

[ OOC: Bitten By The Love Bug ♥ Come pester him! Interactions can end in awkward silence, surprises kisses, glomps, violence, tragedy, or anything else you prefer! ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Something twitches across Hei's face -- a crooked, imperceptible smile. He can't believe she fell for that 'I-have-a-cramp' excuse. ]

[ The moment she rolls off, he slides down the seat. His knees hit the floor; reaching out, he grabs her falling boots, shoving them to the corner before he wrestles the jeans down her legs and off. His breathing rushes to and fro, ragged in the silence. Lowering his head, he rubs his cheek against the slope of Korra's throat, letting his tongue explore the hollow at the base, feeling her pulse throb there. He can smell her, rich and zesty and saltysweet, and he kisses lower, down her sternum, letting his chin push her bra down as he mouths hungrily between her breasts, feeling her chest moving against his cheek, rising and falling. ]

[ And then he's dipping down, down, over the folds of her belly -- down, to push his face between her legs. Her panties are damply silky and through the lace at the top he can see dark curls. With a rumbling noise in his throat, he licks at the panel of fabric, a dizzying want constricting his lungs. ]

He-I! [She yelps as he's suddenly between her legs. No fair! She can't touch him when he's down on the ground like that!] You...just want to drive...me...nuts...

[ Hei lets off a huff of air, wordless yet oddly-shaped in inflection as: You noticed? ]

[ He skins her panties down her ankles before peeling her legs wider apart, tipping them back. He leans in close, huffs of breath hitting her mons, faintly chilling the damp sheen on the insides of her thighs. Hungrily, he kisses her stomach and the arch of each hip, lips smoothing over the rosy calligraphy the waistband and lace have left behind on her skin. She's so sopping wet, her scent dark and hot and sweet. He licks her delicately with the tip of his tongue, the curls tickling his face -- before he abruptly closes his mouth over her whole sex and laps at her in earnest, sucking and humming like a starveling. ]

[She screams, grabbing onto his hair and pulling hard. Her body is so keyed up, from the excitement earlier, from the public location, from the need not to think. It's not going to take long to push her over.]

[ She screams, and something like triumph leaps inside Hei, though his own heart is in his throat, enough to stifle the wry smugness that threatens to curl his lips. His fingernails bite into the meat of her thighs, ten pink crescents, spreading her wider apart. Keeping her pinned so she doesn't buck to envelop him, or close her legs around his head. Growling, he buries his tongue in her. The heat of her is intense, delicious, his mouth wet with her, even the tip of his nose slicked. He breathes deep -- curls tickling across his face, matted and wet, beads of moisture caught on the strands. Hums and digs faster and deeper with his tongue, his teeth barely scraping at the tiny point of her clit. His cock is rock hard, his whole body pulsing with a furious want. ]

[ To see her unravel? No. Just the thrill of being so near her, his chest full of a twisted, terrifying glee. ]

[She rocks her hips and fights against his grip, trying to wrap her legs around him. She's whimpering and groaning, dizzy and needy.]

[ He can both feel and hear the sounds she makes -- wonderful, plaintive tremors and gorgeous ripples of heat. The way she looks -- spread open, eager, wildly aroused -- is incredible. He alternates between sucking and tickling her clit with his tongue, occasionally lapping a hot wet stripe along the length of her sex, building her toward her peak. ]

[ Every part of her seems to burn to the touch. He lets his upper lip slide along her swollen clitoris, pumping his tongue in and out of her now, and she is boiling, enough to make his skin film with sweat, waves of hunger pulsing through him every time he makes Korra rock, every time she yanks at his hair and worst of all, best of all, every time she cries out, breathless and thoughtless and so very imperfectly beautiful. ]

[She comes with a scream -- a scream that turns into a yelp as the ride shudders back to life. The car rocks and she topples over, banging her head on the side.] Ouch!

[Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. (Funny to think she never used to curse like this. Strange what a year and a half can do to you.) Everybody probably heard that scream and her clothes are all over and everybody is going to know ugh she is going to die.]

[ She crests, and the sound of it goes straight through Hei, flaring excitement, satisfaction -- then a mute alarm as the ride jolts, resuming its slow rotation. He watches Korra sway, unbalanced -- ]

[ Fall. ]

[ Hei lets off a strangled curse as he's jerked back, and there is a resounding thud, a crack -- of bone, wood, whatever, he doesn't know. He's too busy trying to straighten up, a blank white shock racing in his veins, stuffing himself back in his jeans and setting his clothes to rights, before reaching out to steady Korra, hands on her shoulders, seeking out body-warmth and trying to make sure she hasn't bumped her head. ]

[ His mouth curves, though he tries to repress it, neon glow reflecting in his eyes and turning the outline of his face bright cobalt and green. ]

You okay?

Hand me my bra! [She shakes off the hand on his shoulder because he just has pants to put on, while she has almost her entire outfit. Has she mentioned how much she hates the fact that her clothes are always the ones that come off first? Because wow this is just another reminder of how much she hates that. She is going to punch him when she's dressed again.]

[ Hey, look at it this way. She may be semi-dressed, but at least she doesn't have blue balls. ]

[ His hands fall away from her. He scrubs them through his hair instead, then glances around for her brassiere, scooping up the lacy morsel and dropping it in her lap. While she slips it on, he'll take the liberty of skinning her jeans back up her thighs. Her panties, torn into one unwearable strip, have fallen under the seat. He grabs up the silky bit of fabric, pauses, then stuffs it into his pocket. He's not sentimental enough for souvenirs, but some amusements are better remembered with a touching memento or two. ]

[ The wheel jerks into motion again, their booth swaying as they descend. Three different kinds of tinny music skirl outside, growing louder, along with the eerie sound of canned laughter from some ride below. ]

[ Trying and not quite succeeding to look apologetic, he holds Korra's boots out for her. ]

I think I preferred you half-dressed.

Edited 2014-02-19 00:09 (UTC)

[She kicks him before taking the boots and slipping them on.]

Is that supposed to be a compliment?

[ He can sense a mild simmer of anger under her surface. But he doesn't let that bother him. Instead he tweaks her breast through her bra, before gathering up her blouse. He offers it to her, dangling off a finger, his gaze remarkably innocent despite the hair-pulled, lip-swollen combination. ]

Would you kick me again if I said 'Yes'?

[ The lights and sounds from announcers and booth-holders come clearer. They're almost back on carnival ground. Back to their close approximation of reality. ]

[Instead of answering, she just kicks him again and yanks her shirt back over her head.]

Jerk. [Annoyed and affectionate, all at once.]

[ Hei doesn't answer. He snatches her close for a kiss, hard and breathless, passing her own tart flavor back to her. The booth skreaks to a stop, and the doors swing open. There are plenty of people outside -- concerned ride-operators, curious bystanders, dazed riders, their faces all stained different colors in the carnival glow. By the time he and Korra step out, blush-cheeked and breathless, they look like just another couple glad to be off the malfunctioning ferris wheel. ]

[ They shuffle off the platform, the scenery all slats of multicolors against a dark night sky. Lightly, Hei slips his hand through Korra's. ]

We should be heading back.

[ To the Beach House. To the safehouse in the Underground. Whichever is closer. ]

[Nobody looks at them amiss, a fact for which Korra is eternally grateful. Still, she doesn't hesitate to tug him away from the ride after he takes her hand. Put as much distance between her and the scene of the crime as possible.]

No more rides? [More teasing than disappointed]

[ Hei isn't juvenile enough in humor to say anything like, One more ride to go. He glances at her, his lips curving in a faint grin instead, and all through it a flush stains his neck, making him feel hot. One hand falls down to discretely grip and adjust himself. His pants feel uncomfortably tight, right about now. ]

Not unless you want a matched pair of plushies.

[ The enormous llama tucked under his free arm is quite enough, thnkx. They cut slowly through the crowd, towards the exit, music and chatter fading into an amorphous hum. The air is cooler here, with a reek of smoke and greenery. He inhales, and can map out the route to the safehouse in his mind, a moving picture behind his eyelids. ]

I'll pass on that. [She leans into him as they walk, occasionally glancing down at the fairly obvious bulge in his pants. When they reach an isolated area, she leans up to whisper in his ear.]

Want some help with that?

[ The roads are a pretty, snow-dusted gray and devoid of human life. A sickle moon cuts through a bank of threadbare clouds to bathe shops and homes with a washed-out pall. When Korra leans in, Hei's skin prickles pleasingly, either from her words or the warm gust of her breath. He doesn't answer her, but his fingers squeeze her hand. Yes, please. ]

[ The alley he leads them into is cobbled and dim. Nearby, blood-red geraniums sprout in the window box beside the old pockmarked bricks, but glass is shuttered against the dark. ]

[ Against a clear space of wall, he crowds against Korra. Kisses her, fingers tangled in her hair -- a slip of lips and tongue before he breaks to gnaw that ticklish spot under her jaw. One hand grasps her wrist, guiding her hand down to cup over his crotch -- a gesture both honest and offhandedly lewd. Look what I have for you. ]

[She all but purrs as he makes his way down her neck. Alleys, they're good -- public but isolated. The thrill of being naughty without as much risk as, say, an amusement park ride.

She deftly unclasps his pants and reaches in to wrap her hand around his erection. She presses her lips against his ear.]

How much do you want it?

[ There's a fine tremor in Hei's muscles as she frees him. Against the damp, confining heat of his jeans, the chill air is a sweetly biting contrast. His cock, half-hard, twitches and lengthens into the curl of her fingers. She asks How much do you want it? and he quirks an eyebrow, though the way his breath stumbles in his chest makes it impossible to manage a perfect show of aloofness. He doesn't speak. He just brings her hand up to his mouth. Licks the palm, slow and languid as a handful of sugar sprinkles, then brings it back to his erection. Shows her how to make a proper fist around his length, and begins to tug. ]

[ Exhaling, he turns his head, lips ghosting over hers. There's something soft in his eyes, sparking dim and still. ]

Don't make me wait.

[ For once, it's not an order. It's a request. ]

[She grips him hard and strokes slowly. No waiting. But she still murmurs against his lips.] That's not an answer.

Korra.

[ His words are garbled, kiss-shaky, all heat and bitten lips and trying to stay quiet. Each upstroke triggers a small twitch, down the length of his erection, up across his sinews. He swallows audibly and exhales against her mouth. It sounds vaguely like a Please. ]

[What? It's not like she's holding back. She just wants him to say something. Okay, mostly she wants to tease him, because he's always teasing her and it's annoying that she can't give as good as she gets.] Come on. You've always been good with your mouth.

[ Sweet torture. There's no other way to describe what she's doing. Each slow glide of her palm is reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard in the worst (best) way. His body's heat bakes up through his clothes and seems to seep into the air -- a sizzling halo like a sun-fueled illusion on a summer highway. ]

[ Teeth gritted, he clamps a hand around the back of her neck, giving a tender but warning squeeze. ]

You need an engraved invitation to suck me off?

but then all the other Hei's on the interwebz would get the wrong idea D:

he's the only hei that's interested

sssh jinx D:

/zips lips

>3

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject